A strange dream awoke me in the middle of the night. I was a southern belle living in past times. Perhaps it was in the Antebellum period because my home was a grand Plantation Estate. While strolling down the manor’s majestic wide porches, I wore a fitted lacy gown with a bustle and train. Gently, I caressed the giant Doric pillars with my fingertips, looking beyond to the field of mature oak trees. And then, my dress fluttered in the wind as I plunged, from the balcony, to my death.
I awoke, panting and breathing heavily. It had been a nightmare. This would continue to disturb me much of the morning and as the day progressed, I had an eerie thought. Though this simply was a dream, I will pass one day. And as much I frequent estate sales, flea markets, etc. the thought never crossed my mind. I own the prized possessions of people who once lived. Perhaps I own the pink jewelry container that once housed a Depression Era woman’s wedding ring. Maybe I own the childhood bed of a little boy who grew up the 40’s. In fact, I know that I own a small vanity who once belonged to a great lady!
And then my mind continues to race. What will happen to my belongings when I pass? How about my beloved handmade crib which I spent months making? What about la petite maison!? What will happen to the countless treasures that I have meticulously selected for my home? I imagine the inevitable destiny of my possessions. A clear as day vision of my treasures discarded on a curb. That horrifies me!
But then slowly, the fear subsides and a smile spreads over my face. They are just things, right? We can’t take them with us once we are gone. All I can hope for is that someone will appreciate these lovely things and care for them in future generations.
But a warning to those who do not. I will come back and haunt you, so beware.